Lyrics:
the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarosa
And we can bet on any point on the dice
Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em girl, look I'm nice
{Dirty South} I'm so
' gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
the East, South and West
Street soldiers holdin' it down for they vets
[C-Murder]
I'm see-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my
soldiers then they would do what we do (what?)
And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you (yeah)
Yeah, D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but
my dawg it's goin' down
Threw my Cuban straight to Gucci, said "I'm jumping in the crowd"
Ain't no other way I 'posed to play, that soldier way my
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
Comin down the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock
ain't gone get freaky
Working on his boys, run through em like a tractor
Out the South side, Moe-Yo make the god damn adapter
I ain't even quit, I'm doing
' gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never
army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you
you still by my side
Losin' my mind
YEAH YEAH
Yea south side nigga ahhh
Shit what you talkin' about nigga
You know what I'm saying all
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
it poppin, hopein, wishin, notha nigga would
Back woods
Dirty south, dont make me bust you in the mouth
Dont make me act a fool
And clear this
[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this dirty south
Betta' watch your ears cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth
And they on them corners and they
[South Park Mexican]
Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas
And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass
In my cutlass, 1982
My baby
bed am like watch how she pounce
yo I get the green like Oscar the Grouch
yo we do it dirty like my dawgs in the South
we can get it on on the floor
(yeah), fuck round and hop out the 'Gotti
Yeah I got ice on ice (yeah)
Then I put a bitch on white (yeah)
Told the bih to ride my pegs (yeah)
Told
Nigga, No Limit soldier, bitch, what I claim, is TRU
I'm rowdy bitch, get on some rowdy shit (AH!!)
Look down south, east to the west, shit, nigga,
Nigga, No Limit soldier, bitch, what I claim, is TRU
I'm rowdy bitch, get on some rowdy shit (AH!!)
Look down south, east to the west, shit, nigga,
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Vee]
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
you homie, I hope you came prepared
'cause I don't care if you live or phony, 'cause we ain't neva scared
Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know
.jpg/300px-Dirty_South_(DJ).jpg "Dirty South")
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